Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.